He bumps my knees further apart as he settles himself between my legs, lining his body up with mine so the crown of his cock slips through my pussy, the head of him notching in where I want him most. He captures my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips as my nails sink into his back and the heels of my feet push against his ass.
God, I want him inside me. I want to feel the stretch, the burn as he makes himself fit.
“More,” I whimper against his lips.
“I’d give you the fucking world,” he growls as he thrusts his hips forward, impaling me on his cock. “Fuckkkkkkkkk.” He groans out, the sound drowning out my own moan.
He fits so tightly inside of me I can’t quite figure out where I end and he begins, and when he drags his cock out, grinding against my walls, I damn near see stars.
“You feel so good,” he rasps, his chin hitting his chest to look between us.
“Noah, please,” I beg, “I need more.”
“Let me just,” his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches himself slip out of me and then thrusts back forward, doing it again as the world spirals around me. I’m barely holding onto a thread of my sanity. My bodyfeels like both air and on fire, heart pounding, skin slick.
“Play with your pussy,” he demands, “Let me see how you work yourself, cricket.”
I move one of my hands to my breast, cupping myself before I pinch my nipple between my fingers and the other slips between my legs. I part my lips and gently rub my clit, moving in soft, tight circles as he pulses his cock in and out of me, the pace too soft, too gentle. But his focus is on my fingers, his attention zoned in on the way I play with myself. I don’t care how I’ll feel when this is done; I just need to feelhim.
Adjusting himself, he curls his arms beneath my thighs, his hands sliding over the top of them, before his grip turns hard and he lifts my hips off the sofa, pushing up on his knees until I have to brace my ankles on his shoulders. At this angle, he’s so fucking deep, I feel him everywhere, thrusting into me hard and fast.
“Goddamn, Sidney,” he groans, “I can feel you sucking me in.”
“Yes,” I hiss, moving my fingers over my clit faster, my orgasm cresting.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles deeply, “Come on my cock. Fucking make a mess of me.”
Jesus take the fucking wheel.
He pulls his cock almost all the way out of me before he slams himself back inside, and then he does it again, and again. Fucking me so thoroughly I’m going to feel him there for a week.
“Noah, I’m going to come,” I moan. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it,” he soothes, “Give it to me.”
My fingers stutter as my muscles begin to pulse, my climax building and building until I physically can’t hold it back any longer. I shatter around him, my head tipping back as my entire body warms, pussy convulsing around his hard shaft. He fucks me through it, wringing out every last drop of my orgasm and only when I’m spent and breathless, does he push himself over the edge.
His hips sputter, fingers tightening as he finds his pleasure inside of me, cock jerking wildly as I continue to pulse around him and he fills me up, my ass seated against him, cock emptying inside of me.
He stills, holding me to him as he continues to twitch, sweat rolling down his temples while he catches his breath.
I can barely move myself.
I’ve fantasized about what being with Noah would be like, dreamed of it countless times, but my imagination is not nearly as good as the real thing.
Maybe this will work. Maybe wecoulddo this.
Gently, he slips out of me and lowers me back to the couch, his gray eyes lifting to meet mine. What I see staring back at me has my breath catching in my throat. There’s a vulnerability there, a type of pain I haven’t seen in his eyes for a very long time.
“Noah?” I frown, unable to stop myself from reaching for him. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and runs his hand down his face as if to wipe that look away. It works because when he meets my eyes again, it’s gone. He drags his eyes down my body and to my parted legs where I can feel him trickling out of me.
I gasp when his fingers gather all of it up, and he pushes it back inside.
“Let me put a baby in you,” he growls.
His fingers curl against my sensitive inner walls.
